Tuesday, July 15, 2014

My life is bags

My life is organized into three bags that I carry around in my car. Well, 3 bags and a beautiful wife is more accurate but this is really about the bags. I have my work bag, that contains my laptop and other work stuff. We work in a non assigned work area so I live out of my work bag every day at work. At the end of the work day I pack it up and take it with me to my car. Then I have my workout bag. Every morning I go to the gym, I open my bag and remove the carefully packed workout gear. On goes the triathlon watch, on goes the ipod, then I bust through whatever training I have scheduled for the day. Repack the bag and off to work. The third bag is my tennis bag, rackets and shoes and clothes to play. Every day after work, I drive to my club, change into my tennis gear and hit the courts. Generally I hit for an hour with someone and then for an hour on the ball machine. Then home. All three bags come out of the car, go on the table and get repacked for the next day. It is an interesting way to live but it feels organized.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Wrapping myself in the flag.

I have just realized something about myself that I want to get onto paper(Ha). My end goal, what I really want at the end of all of my training and competing and improving, is to be asked to wear my countries colors in an international competition. I know this sounds crazy but it isn't as bad as it sounds. The US sends an aged group Davis cup team to an international tennis tournament every year with age groups starting at 35 and ending at 90 so I have a lot of time there. Also qualifying for an ITU World Cup Triathalon in your age group permits you to wear the red white and blue. I had no idea that this was what I wanted until this morning but I do know that I am willing to work to get it. Bring on the pain.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

I have a panther!

We have two cats, well really my wife has a cat and I have a cat. Mine is a beautiful Bombay named Tibalt(The Prince of Cats) Who is loving and destructive and weighs in at a svelt 17 pounds. My wifes is a Maine Coon named drifter. He is very nice and cuddly with her but really doesn't like me much.
My wife and I both have a strange sense of humor that a lot of people don't seem to really "get". When we moved into our house, one of us, and we cannot agree on who, must have told the electric company that we had a large cat.( Referring to Drifter I guess)So after about 6 months of living there I get a call from them. They are very polite and inform me that a meter reader will be coming out to read my meter and could I please put my animal away. Confused, I ask them what animal and they tell me that it is in my files that we have a large cat. I laugh and explain to them that although we do have a large housecat he is not dangerous and their reader will be fine. 6 months later, same call, and 6 months after that. I tried 4 times to get them to remove that from our file but they seem to be incapable of doing that. Finally I just said fine, I will put him away. The operator pauses for a brief instant and then asks, if you don't mind what kind of cat is he? At this point, I am fed up so I say a Puma, I have a Puma in a tiny house. She laughs nervously and then hangs up. I guess I will probably have to answer these calls for the duration of our stay in this house...